Chester pinches her waist with his hand, leans down, and whispers,"I am also very curious."
Hannah blushes, "You are not capable...you are not..."
"Okay, do you want to know if I am or not?" Chester knows what she is thinking, so he finally shows his attitude as a man, a virile man.
"No... I don’t think it is a good idea." Hannah looks like she is about to cry without tears.
She does not dare to be too resistant, for fear that it would provoke Chester to arouse his animality. The scene that she saw in the bathroom is always a nightmare to her. His thingy is enormous. If he plunges it into her body, she would probably be dead already?
"Wait! you...ah...no…ah"
The abnormal movement from underneath makes her let out a vague moan. Even she couldn't believe that such a coquettish voice is coming from her mouth, and her pupils shrink suddenly.
Through a thin layer of pyjama pants, she feels the hotness of his erection against her thighs. She raises her head to see Chester, not knowing what to say to let him take it back. What is done is done.
"Don't move." A warning sound comes over her head.
Chester's big hand is still on her shoulder and visible annoyance flashes between his eyebrows. To him, this is also unexpected and his body seems to be out of control. This woman has an inexplicable attraction to him and he has an erection.
Hannah suddenly thinks of a saying: when you are raped by life, and you can't resist, then just enjoy it.
After all, this body is not her own. In the legal sense, she is the wife of Chester. It seems to be a matter of obligation to have sex. She should be able to survive.
"Or, let me take off your clothes first?" She takes a step back and tries to relax. "It should be inconvenient for you, right?"
Chester sullen his face, his hands still on her shoulders, "I said, don't move."
"Okay." Hannah coughs, "If you want to do it, and if it's not convenient to you, I can help you."
Chester freezes.
Although it is dark and the lights are dimmed, yet the two of them are very close, so Hannah could clearly see Chester's blush.
"Why are you blushing?" Hannah asks.
Chester's complexion instantly turns into a liver-like colour, and he grits his teeth staring at Hannah as if he is going to swallow her alive. After a long while, he turns over and lies down.
"Get out."
Hannah is, therefore, sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, and after a groaning sound from outside the door, everything falls silent.
She estimates that Chester would not take the initiative to call her out, so she stands up after waiting for a while, and she happens to see herself in the mirror, feeling that her appearance can only be regarded as passable. Objectively speaking, it is way uglier than her original face.
No wonder Chester doesn’t like the face.
They don’t talk for the rest of the night. Chester leaves the house early the next morning. When Hannah wakes up, he is no longer by her side. After turning over and touching the empty pillow, she opens her eyes and stares at the empty pillow beside her, thinking, “What the hell? Is there an invisible servant beside Chester? Who is there waiting for him to help him get up and wash? The job is not easy, and whoever did it has managed to be so quiet that I didn’t notice a thing.”
She thinks of some details of Chester from the time they have spent together, and some strange fragments flash in Hannah’s mind. She always feels that he has noticed something wrong, but she doesn’t know what it is clearly.
While eating, she asks Lily about Chester’s legs.
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